Starring, Beef Steak

andy pink, live from east cambridge and the battles of the smoke —

this is the season of fairs, which i love, i love all things edible pumpkin, i like the animals, i like the foliage, i like the boys, and i even like their parents —

bubs freaked out over another dog this morning, bubs never barks (i actually have never heard him bark), but he can physically flip out and simultaneously attack and defend. as jeff spent a good deal of time on the streets of arkansas as an abandoned small wolf, what with his diminutive stature (medium), he was attacked by random vicious pigs, and so we are here: desperately afraid of other dogs, ears tucked back. i wouldn't have him any other way. i consider jeff a close metonym (praxtically a metaphor) for keanu, and that feels right.

rachel exclaimed to me last night: "you are not keaun!" if she was observing age, he is in fact older than me (and we), we remember his younger days: exellent adventure, speed, johnny mnemonic, and my own private idaho. yes, o, i am no keanu, but i can promise: i'm probably cooler than most 30s gay men you'll meet. i can cruise 30s no problem: "it's your kids, marty, something has to be done about your kids!" submerged, indifferent.

the harvard tits is especially loud this morning, and my comfy couches spot has been taken by two jocky idiots. my blond dream is not here and the entire bar — from scones to cap – is employed by latinx folkx. it always feels a little awkward when the entire staff of one store is all of one race, even white. you should see the morning shift at my local mcdonalds for my 5am coffee. entirely asian, and i do believe all chinese. they intentionally group (all of) them.

walking back from the harvard tits, there were six fire engines on cambridge street, over where the smoking hottt beefff is being fed by the dollar, something must have happened with the composite of blackened charcoal and fatty bodies. i saw two short-haired lesbians sharing a corndog. do they even bother to notice?

update on ww: i consider week one an "exploration" of all that ww has to offer, and now tomorrow i will start my real work: 20 points a day. it still seems like a racket, these zero point foods, including all fruits (which i eat in the kg) and all whole grain pasta. i just don't see how i could eat a ton of pasta every night and hope to lose 10 lbs.

but the wizards at ww must know what they think is right and, even though i could find no evidence for such a wheat carb circus online, i trust that it will be zero points for me, along with the fruits. with seltzer water and the occasional douse of tomato paste for the whole wheat pasta, i think that's basically what i'll be eating, plus a little peanut butter = tbsp = 3 points.

i feel depressed, and i'm suffering in listlessness. hopefully i'll wake up with gusto for the classroom tomorrow. according to the nephrologist from last week, my kidneys are well enough, and i can continue, per his order, to take the lithium. this eases me a bit, and i will tell goodman on tuesday that i think increasing the dose (from 450 to 600) might kick the cobwebs out of my failing cognition.

And don't forget that "gay is good," that's been the best one yet, i would observe, even if it is about forty years old. now we have "queer." what's happened, everybody?

Love andy points!

heteronormative black families are pretty cool - the kind that have their own spin on jive.